Freedom is nothingness
Freedom is the ocean
when you finally reach it
and put your hands on either side
of your face to block the periphery
so there is nothing
nothing but sky and sea
Freedom is quiet solitary choice
Freedom is the old man
shuffling slowly down the sidewalk
looking to the west
clutching a blanket that will gain value
as the days fill the months
and he begins to see his shallow white breath at night
and the smiles he has from time to time
are never stolen
they never make it past the tangles of his dull gray beard
Freedom is the old man
shuffling slowly down the sidewalk
looking to the west
clutching a blanket that will gain value
as the days fill the months
and he begins to see his shallow white breath at night
and the smiles he has from time to time
are never stolen
they never make it past the tangles of his dull gray beard
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